Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang sat in the car and didn't tell the driver to drive. He looked out the window quietly. The scene was still in chaos. Nie Yinbing was directing and mediating among the crowd. Apart from the blackened marks on his face, there were blood stains, which Song Yuzhang had never seen before. With his appearance, he regarded him as a carefree and bullying young master.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the driver couldn't stand it anymore, "Fifth Master, it's cold, let's go back."

I don't know if it was because he drank too much wine, but Song Yuzhang didn't feel cold. He said to the driver, "You go back first." After speaking, he got out of the car again, closed the door and patted the door to signal the driver to leave.

Nie Yinbing was distracted in the vortex of the crowd and heard the movement. He looked back and saw the vehicle leaving behind Song Yuzhang. The cold wind and the air current of the vehicle blew him slightly.

"Why don't you go?"

Song Yuzhang came back to his senses, and smiled at Nie Yinbing, "I'm not at ease."

Nie Yinbing didn't tell him to leave again, "Go inside and wait."

"I'm right here, not cold."

"No," Nie Yinbing pulled his arm, "I'm worried about you here."

Shen Chengduo rolled up his sleeves to help transport the mine, and when he saw Nie Yinbing pulling Song Yuzhang to the office beside him, he said in his heart, "His grandma, I'm suffering here, they are really tired."

The office in the mine was actually cold, but it was protected from the wind, so it was not as cold as outside. Nie Yinbing picked up the blanket under the table and draped it over Song Yuzhang, "Wait for me here."

Nie Yinbing went out, and Song Yuzhang sat in the office for a while before shivering with bewilderment, he wrapped himself in a blanket and looked around.

The office was very messy, unusually messy, with small pieces of ore bodies and documents piled up everywhere, and there was little room to step down. Song Yuzhang got a little pain in his buttocks, and when he stood up, he saw a few customs clearance slips.

Putting those notes down, Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, wrapped himself in a blanket and didn't look at or touch the rest of the office.

The spirit of alcohol was getting stronger, Song Yuzhang hung his head, drowsy, and was about to fall asleep in this slightly warmer office than outside.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yuzhang felt a familiar sense of weightlessness, and he subconsciously grabbed the man's lapel, "Drink ice?"

"Ah."

Song Yuzhang woke up and pushed Nie Yinbing's chest, "Yinbing, put me down."

His tone was severe, and Nie Yinbing paused.

Song Yuzhang took the opportunity to jump out of his arms.

"Yin Bing, you can't keep hugging me like this," Song Yuzhang pulled the blanket off his body and threw it aside, lowering his head and said, "This is very inappropriate."

Nie Yinbing's arm was still in the position of holding the person, he lowered his arm and said indifferently: "I don't care."

Don't care about anything, Nie Yinbing didn't explain, he is just like this, it would be strange if the words were easy to understand.

The calm outside has been restored, and the people have almost dispersed. The Nie family's car is still there. Nie Yinbing pulls the door and lets Song Yuzhang go in first. At Nie's house."

Nie Yinbing let out a "hmm".

Nie Yinbing's face seemed to have been scrubbed, hastily scrubbed, and there were still traces. Song Yuzhang could only see the wound on his neck, "Is the injury serious?"

"Fortunately," Nie Yinbing moved his arm, "the bones are fine."

The smell of blood on his body was still very strong, Song Yuzhang thought about it several times, and said in a calm tone: "Go back and let me see."

Nie Yinbing responded without objecting.

After returning to Nie's house, Nie Yinbing didn't call for a doctor. He was used to treating wounds by himself, so he took off his clothes as soon as he entered the yard.

As soon as he took it off, Song Yuzhang realized that his body was covered with scars.

Not only the new wounds today, but also many old wounds from the past. The scars are different in depth and length, and the color is also light and light. It seems that many of the wounds have been around for a long time.

Nie Mao brought cold water over, and Nie Yinbing rinsed his upper body with cold water in the yard.

Song Yuzhang stood at the entrance of the house, watching white smoke rising from his body, washing away the dark blood, he tightened his shoulders, and shivered slightly.

After washing his upper body, Nie Yinbing began to take off his pants.

Song Yuzhang didn't know whether he should avoid it, he stood still at the door, and found that Nie Yinbing's leg wound scars were much less.

After rinsing himself completely, Nie Yinbing wrapped himself in a big towel and turned back in. His hair and body were all wet, like a downcast and refreshed wolf.

Nie Yinbing went into the room to wipe himself, and at the same time said to Song Yuzhang: "You've seen it, it's all skin trauma."

Nie Mao went in and brought over his clothes. Nie Yinbing put on his trousers and took the wound medicine to treat his wound. Nie Mao stood aside, trying to help but knowing that he couldn't help, so he said, "Second Master, I asked the kitchen to make some supper ?”

"Well," Nie Yinbing sprinkled some medicinal powder on his waist and abdomen, "do something to sober up, he smells like alcohol."

Song Yuzhang was a little stiff.

After Nie Mao went out, he hesitated and said, "Call someone to help you, you also have injuries on your back."

"I can do it myself."

Nie Yinbing's arms are incredibly flexible, and his back seems to have eyes. It is true that it is no problem to apply the medicine by himself. If there are some difficulties, he sprinkles the medicine powder on the gauze wound. Apply the powder to the wound.

Song Yuzhang just watched the whole process, and didn't mean to help at all.

He was afraid of provoking Nie Yinbing.

After Nie Yinbing put on his coat, Song Yuzhang sat down not far away, "Why did it explode again?"

Nie Yinbing said, "I don't know."

Song Yuzhang sighed for his straightforward answer, and knew that with Nie Yinbing's temperament, these words were not perfunctory.

Nie Mao brought the supper, and put one of the bowls in front of Song Yuzhang, "Fifth Master, drink this, drink this, sleep well, and wake up without a headache."

"Thank you."

Nie Yinbing had been busy all night, and Nie Mao prepared a big plate of dumplings for him. After he ate a few, he asked Song Yuzhang, "Why don't you eat?"

Song Yuzhang lowered his head and was thinking about something, when he heard this, he shook his head, "I have no appetite."

Nie Yinbing put down his chopsticks and walked up to Song Yuzhang. Song Yuzhang saw his pair of slippers and immediately moved back slightly. Nie Yinbing pressed his left shoulder and began to take off Song Yuzhang's slippers without saying a word. coat.

Song Yuzhang was stunned for two seconds before he could react. He squeezed his fist and wanted to punch Nie Yinbing in the stomach, but then remembered that he was injured.

Nie Yinbing pulled his tie neatly again.

At this time, Song Yuzhang didn't move. He let Nie Yinbing unbutton his shirt and opened it.

There is a scar on Song Yuzhang's right shoulder, pale pink, slightly protruding, very fresh, with traces of new growth.

"The wound hasn't healed yet, why drink so much wine?"

Song Yuzhang took a slightly tired breath, "I don't drink much, I just talk about things."

After he finished speaking, he moved his shoulders and arched his shirt up.

Nie Yinbing shook his right shoulder and said, "Look at me."

Song Yuzhang fastened his buttons and straightened his tie.

Afterwards, his cheeks were pinched and lifted up. Nie Yinbing looked down at him with sharp eyes and his unique arrogance, "Do you really think I don't know that you are lying to me?"

Song Yuzhang looked at him quietly.

The strength in Nie Yinbing's hands is not strong, so he can break free. However, he is always a bit shorter when facing the Nie family, especially Nie Yinbing. If he hadn't cheated Nie Yinbing of money back then, Maybe Nie Xueping would not die.

There was a long period of time and events between these two events, but Song Yuzhang always connected them together in his heart, thinking of them as a pair of cause and effect.

He also doesn't know how to face Nie Yinbing now.

No matter the distance, it feels inappropriate.

He was not only afraid of Nie Yinbing, but also himself.

In the past, he also knew that he could cause love debts, and he didn't care. He thought that there was no certainty in such things as feelings. Even if those people were hurt by him, they would soon forget them—because that's how he himself is. Throwing one away has been heartless for a long time, and everyone in the world has no heart.

Nie Xueping and Song Mingzhao taught him a lesson, making him understand: love can kill.

Song Yuzhang never killed anyone.

He is just a little liar who wants to live a better life. He has never thought of killing anyone, even the child in Le Yaoer's womb. He hopes that the child will live a long life.

Life is too precious, everyone has only one, it is not like "love", love can love many times and many people.

Nie Yinbing let go of Song Yuzhang's gaze, and he bent down slightly, hugging the disheveled Song Yuzhang like he was on an exploding mine.

Nie Yinbing's body exuded a cold air, Song Yuzhang turned his face, leaned his cheek on his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "I'm really afraid something will happen to you."

Nie Yinbing hugged him tightly, and then unexpectedly hugged Song Yuzhang up.

He carried Song Yuzhang into a couch in the house. The tip of Song Yuzhang's nose was filled with the pungent smell of medicine powder. Nie Yinbing wrapped him in his arms, and Nie Yinbing's powerful heartbeat was next to his ears.

"You still miss him?" Nie Yinbing said flatly.

"I want to, and I don't want to."

"Thinking about what?"

"It's not worth thinking about his death."

"Why don't you want to?"

Song Yuzhang was silent for a long time, and he whispered: "I don't want to... live so tired."

Nie Yinbing grabbed his left hand and pulled his fingertips to touch a small scar on his left heart.

"This is Scar."

"A few years ago, the bandit stabbed me face-to-face. My guard blocked it for me. I only got a wound on the tip, and that's the only scar left," Nie Yinbing said indifferently, "I've already connected that I have forgotten what people look like.”

Song Yuzhang touched the scar with his fingers, and the scar has become soft, very similar to the touch of skin.

"You have experienced too little," Nie Yinbing said, "your heart is not hard enough."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Really? Do you think I should forget about him right away, because I'm hard-hearted?"

"Yes."

Song Yuzhang closed his eyes weakly.

Immediately, his cheek was also stroked, Nie Yinbing lowered his head, and the heat of his words sprayed on his face, "It's not a bad thing if you don't have a hard heart."

Song Yuzhang opened his eyes, and Nie Yinbing was looking at him. Seeing the twinkle in his eyes, he smiled at him, very lightly, "You used to be like this, soft-hearted, and when you buy flowers, you buy a basket."

Nie Yinbing pressed his face against his chest, "She is very happy, and I am also very happy."

I don't know if it's because of the strength of the wine, but Song Yuzhang felt his chest was hot and his eyes were stuffy.

"Drink ice."

"Ah."

"I want to ask you..."

Nie Yinbing waited quietly until Song Yuzhang asked, "Do you still like me?"

Nie Yinbing was silent for a while, he looked at the slightly flickering candle not far away, and said in a calm tone: "I like it."

He doesn't care, he doesn't care what others think, he doesn't care how the world changes, he doesn't care that Zhao Jianfang has become Song Yuzhang, and he doesn't care that Song Yuzhang is the "survivor" of his elder brother Nie Xueping.

Like it, just like it.

Whenever he dared to speak out.

What he said was not pleasant, but it was all true.

"Don't like it, will it work?"

Nie Yinbing was silent for a while, and wiped Song Yuzhang's face with his thumb, "I'll try."